"Ya didn't seem surprised to see Logan, Remus," Rogue said as they strapped into the seats of the Jet. "Why?"

Remus grinned, shaking his head. "Honestly, when I saw him there to pick up Harry, I nearly passed out. But then I realized that it was James and that he tends to do the impossible. Harry takes after him on that front. Although my Cub does it on a more regular basis."

"Speaking of the 'Cub'," Logan grunted. "He mentioned being an Animagus, but he wouldn't tell me what he is."

Remus smirked. "He goes by Devilpaw."

Logan shot him an irritated look. "I know that. What is he?"

"If he doesn't want to tell you, then I shouldn't," Remus grinned. "But I can tell you that his two best friends and girlfriend are also animagi. And their names are Silverclaw, Fangtooth, and Razorfoot."

Logan growled. "And ya won't tell me what they are either…"

"Nope," Remus laughed.

Rogue, confused by all this talk of animagi and whatever, remained silent.

There was comfortable silence for a while as Logan started up the Jet, and then Remus turned to the feral. "Can you still turn into Prongs?"

Logan shrugged. "Dunno." He paused, thinking it over. "My entire skeleton is covered with metal. Adamantium. I don't know if it would allow me to change shapes."

"Metal?" Remus murmured. And then he shook his head, not really wanting an explanation that was obviously not wanting to be given. "So…the Dursleys."

"No killing," Rogue said firmly when she caught the looks that the two men had shared. "Ah mean it, boys."

Logan grunted. "And here I used to be the one in charge of you."

Rogue grinned. "Ah grew up. You didn't."

Remus laughed softly, studying the girl. He didn't get to say anything though, as Logan landed the Jet in the middle of the street of a boring, cookie-cutter community. "We're here," he snapped, waving a hand to the werewolf and mutant in impatience.

Despite the fact that it was dark outside, Vernon answered the door when Logan pounded on it. His jovial greeting was cut off when he caught sight of them. "You freaks again? You took that brat away, what do you want?"

"You callin' my son a brat?" Logan growled, fists clenching.

"Your son?" Vernon snarled, looking behind Logan to the glowing amber eyes of Remus and the narrow, disgusted look of Rogue. "That freak doesn't have any parents. The no good freaks died years ago."

"Geez," Rogue muttered, rolling her eyes. "He certainly likes the word 'freak'."

"Fits him," Remus murmured in reply.

Logan stalked forward, pushing his way into the house. "My son is no freak, Dursley. And neither am I. And neither was Lily."

"Vernon?" Petunia called as she entered the foyer. "Who is it?" She caught sight of the two mutants and the werewolf and uttered a small squeak. "What do you want?"

"What do I want?" Logan growled, turning her way, his claws slowly retracting from his knuckles. "I want to know why you treated my son the way you did for all those years. He was a kid. What did he do to deserve that?"

"You—You died!" Petunia shrieked, pointing at him with a wavering hand.

"I got better," Logan snarled. "Now answer the question."

Vernon purpled in rage, and Rogue absently wondered if he was going to burst a blood vessel. "That boy was nothing but trouble! He was a dead weight around here and didn't deserve anything we gave him!"

And Remus moved, grabbing Vernon by the collar and slamming him into a wall. "You had Harry doing all the chores by the time he was five!" he snarled, eyes flashing and teeth bared. "And then you had the gall to hurt him. My Cub."

Rogue, startled by Remus's vehemence, almost stopped the two men when cracks sounded from outside. She spun around at the same time as Logan, Remus dropping Vernon to the ground, where he scrambled back. "Death Eaters," the wizard breathed, pulling out his wand.

"Great," Logan growled. "Just what I needed." He was smirking again, and Rogue realized that he really meant what he had just said. He wanted someone to fight.

She sighed. "Boys…"

"Coming Moony?" Logan growled. He was met with an answering growl, and the two stalked out the door to be met with five wands pointing their way.

"Well, well, well," an aristocratic voice drawled. "What do we have here?"

Remus rolled his eyes. "Hello Malfoy. Pity you weren't killed at the Manor like all those others." And then he moved, dodging curses with a grace that could have only come from the wolf.

Logan joined him while Rogue hung back a little, not sure exactly what she could do against five armed wizards. She supposed, that if one of them got close enough, she could touch him. Remus leapt out of the way of a green spell, only to be hit with a red one. He fell to the ground, screaming and writhing, as the man at the other end of the stick laughed.

Rogue, eyes narrowing, pulled her glove off. But before she could do anything, Logan soared over her. His shape was twisting, changing, and she watched in shocked awe as a stag landed on the ground in front of Remus. A black stag with white eyes. Whose hooves and antlers were made of metal. Adamantium.

All the Death Eaters backed up, and Rogue really didn't blame them. That stag was creepy as no get out, and looked about as friendly as Bambi with rabies and an unnatural craving for red meat. "Righ'," Rogue breathed, helping a trembling Remus to his feet as Prongs charged two of the Death Eaters. "Don't mix Wolverines and deer…"

The Death Eaters apparated away, and the stag turned towards the other two, plain white eyes staring at them. Remus was certain he was the deer equivalent of a Thestral. And wasn't that just disturbing. And then the form shifted again, and Logan was standing there, looking oddly perturbed. "Guess I can change."

Rogue looked between the two of them and sighed. "Can we go home now?" she asked, trying desperately not to sound like a petulant child.

Logan surprised her by laughing.

"Scott?" Jean asked, looking worried. "Where's Harry? He's not supposed to have left the medical bay."

Scott looked up from the book he was reading, setting it aside to smile comfortingly at his wife. "He's alright," he soothed. "He's just outside, sitting on the steps."

"Why?" she asked, going back into Doctor-Mode.

Scott frowned. "Because he hasn't seen the sun in over two months," he replied. "And he was getting claustrophobic." He took his wife's arm and led her to the front door. "Come on."

Getting Harry's attention wasn't hard, as the boy was entirely too tuned in with his surroundings to miss anything. So, he and Jean sat on the steps with him, just enjoying the fresh air and the comfort of the sun's warmth. "Harry," Scott finally said, his voice soft. "Can you explain this thing with Hecate?"

Harry tilted his head to one side, emerald eyes falling shut. Voldemort was getting to me. He was…I didn't want to sleep. I couldn't sleep. So I called upon Hecate. He paused for a long time, raising his face to the sunlight. Scott waited patiently, knowing what it was like to be lost in unpleasant memories. Most witches and wizards have lost touch with the old gods and goddesses, but I was desperate. And she came to me. Made me a deal. She would take the need to sleep for the price of my voice. And when I found a way to sever the link, she would give me back my voice.

"Have you thought of any way to sever the link?" Scott murmured questioningly. Harry shook his head with a frown. Scott sighed, carefully setting his hand on the boy's shoulder despite the way he tensed at the touch. "We'll figure it out."